I lick my way from his balls, across his taint, and finally over his hole. The sheer relief I feel at finally knowing this part of him is so intense that an uncontrollable moan is ripped from my throat.
Zeke tenses, causing me to pause and look up at him before taking another lick.
“You taste so fucking good. Your flavor is heaven. Can I keep going?”
He nods, and I dive back in, doing my best to bury my face inside him.
Somewhere above me, the sound of the lube catches myattention, and I smile when I realize he’s jerking himself. But now I want to watch.
Decisions, decisions.
I take one more long, deep, swipe over his hole before pushing back into a sitting position.
Zeke stills his hand.
“Don’t stop. I want to watch. Can I use my fingers on you?”
“Okay,” he says. Butokayisn’tyes.It feels like the answer he thinks heshouldgive, not the one hewantsto give.
“Hey, I’m in no rush. If you’ve changed your mind about what you want tonight, I’m already on Cloud Nine, baby. There’s no pressure to do more or go farther.”
“No, I want you to. It’s just getting difficult to verbalize my thoughts,” Zeke says with a pointed look at his dripping, swollen cock.
Leaning forward, I lick him clean as his back bows off the bed.
Placing a lubed finger at his entrance, I can tell he’s bracing himself for the pain, the burn, the forced entry. But I’m going to make sure it never comes.
My left hand is still pushing his right knee to his chest, but we manage to lace our fingers together on the side of his thigh.
I tease just the very tip of my finger inside him, lubricating my path millimeters at a time.
I don’t bother telling him to relax because I’ll work around his body even if he’s strung tighter than a guitar string.
“You’re doing so fucking great, baby.”
More lube. Another few millimeters.
By the time I have two fingers seated fully inside him, we’re both leaking precum, and Zeke is panting.
“Please,” he whimpers as I remove my fingers. I’m fully prepared to give him a third and make sure he’s more than ready, but he doesn’t want it. “Talon, I’m good. Fuck me.”
I douse my cock in lube, willing to sacrifice all the friction for his comfort.
“Do you want your legs up or feet planted on the bed?” I ask.
“Down for now,” he says.
It’s harder to see this way, so I use my finger as a guide. I almost black out simply from pressing the head of my cock against his hole.I’m not even inside yet.
Moving forward, his body welcomes me easily thanks to the ample amount of gel coating us both.
As soon as the head of my cock breaches the first ring of muscle, I’m sucked into his body, and I release the breath I hadn’t known I was holding.
He feels so goddamn good;I could fucking cry.
My dick twitches inside his ass, and I see him wince.
“Shit. Sorry, baby.”
